Chapter 50

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When his interview ran the next day, Rafi was startled to see himself quoted as saying Julian had “the kind of body men would clash swords and burn cities for.” That was a bit…less poetic, in his opinion. But it was probably a genuine mishearing, not worth making a fuss over.

Or so he thought, until he got a call from Julian.

“I don’t appreciate having my legs spread for the entire readership of Hollywood Reporter,” Julian spat without so much as a hello.

“What?”

“When does the auction for my virginity begin? Am I to be permitted to bid?”

“Whoa, whoa, Julian!” Rafi put aside the guitar he’d been noodling around on. “First of all, she misheard me—it was supposed to be beauty, not body,which is at least a little classier—”

“Oh, I’m sure you would never sell me cheaply.”

“I didn’t sell you at all! It was a compliment!”

“Perhaps some people find it flattering to have every tabloid-reader in the country paw over their body in their minds. I don’t.”